A bad patient

I am an awful patient.

At first it was ok. The couch, sweatpants, my almost-full DVR. But by the fourth episode of Lost and the beginnings of bed sores, I was kinda over it. And that was last night at 8 p.m.

I did sleep ok last night. Except for the whole I-needed-a-wet-towel-to-open-up-my-crusty-eyes thing this morning.

I told you it was gross. (Oh, wait, I didn't warn you this time. Sorry.)

So today I geared up for another exciting day on the couch. Three more episodes of Lost (yes, that made seven), a Desperate Housewives, two Gray's Anatomy... you get the idea.

I bailed on the Mother's Day brunch for Barb (and Lauren!). Instead, I showered and got myself to the grocery store for the makings of semi-homemade chicken noodle soup.

Pre-cut carrots, celery, and onions, a rotisserie chicken, broth and noodles.



And, 30 minutes later, I had this:

Not gonna lie, it was the highlight of my day. And, it was pretty darn good.

The worst thing about being sick (well, not the worst, but a really bad part of being sick) is that you're home, but you really aren't productive. No laundry getting done (ok, fine. I did one load yesterday and one load today, but that's not really a lot.), no changing out my clothes for the season, no planting spring flowers.

I am getting an awful lot of lying around, though. And I have a killer lying around partner.

I'd write more, but I've now switched from the couch to my bed, in order to take advantage of the shows on the bedroom DVR. I did clean off the living room one, after all.

Hey, maybe that can be considered productive.